Inner Conflicts

Inner Conflicts -- Part 27 Inner Conflicts Part 27 Kurt glanced at Lance while clutching at the dashboard. Part of him hoped that a police officer would show up and keep him from speeding.  Another part was glad that there were no officers around. He held on tighter as Lance veered off the road and into a almost hidden trail leading into the dense woods. He recognized the spot.  This was where Lance had taken him during their picnic. Lance pulled up into the clear spot before slamming on his brakes and turning the car off. Lance turned to Kurt, his eyes smoldering with quiet anger. "Start taking off your clothes," Lance growled. "What?"  Kurt's eyes widened.  This wasn't like Lance just a couple days ago. "Don't make me repeat myself.  Take your clothes off now.  Or is there something you're hiding?" Kshooshook his head.  He glanced down, and with trembling fingers, began to unbutton his shirt. X Lance was pissed. Scott was this close to ruining his delicate work of art. For a brief moment, Kurt was thinking about rejoining the X-men.   That was something he could not allow. If he did, then Kitty would be sure to find out, but on top of that, he would lose his nightly fuck that was his prized possession. Kurt sat in front of him, trembling in apparent fear, naked and vulnerable. . . and by choice. In the back of Lance's head, he knew that Kurt need only teleport and he'd be out of harm's way.  However. . . Kurt believed that they were in love, thus staying there. The feeling of having that much control over a person aroused Lance. He advanced forward, hungrily taking in Kurt's lips, bruising them.  His hand grabbed Kurt's hair tightly, then yanked his head back as he began trailing the kisses down his neck, nipping at them hard. His freed hand forced it's way between Kurt's legs.   It cupped Kurt's genitals, before moving past them, feeling for that tiny opening. He felt Kurt tense as he viciously shoved his finger into Kurt. The blue mutant cried out, pulling away from Lance. Red vision blinded him as he let go of Kurt and struck him with the heel of his palm. "I fucking love you and you reject me?" he hissed. "N-no!" whimpered Kurt, eyes dilated. "You had better not," Lance growled, before plunging forward, stretching Kurt roughly. There was no lube in hand, but Kurt was going to have to deal. A few moments later, Lance relished the sight of his cock plunging into Kurt's ass, and he smiled when Kurt just tensed, not a sound emitting from his lips, though the clenched eyes  and teeth showed that the boy was in pain. X Tabitha was in a panic, and so was Kitty. They each thought that they'd see Lance or Kurt after lunch on their way to classes. . . however, it appeared that neither one stuck around. Kurt was alone with a real angry Lance. They only hoped that nothing serious was happening. X Kurt bit back a cry as Lance pushed into him hard once more. He had first taken him on his back, then flipped him over onto his hands and knees. Either way, it hurt, and Kurt just wanted to die from the pain. It was almost as bad. . . . . . as bad. . . . . . Lance said he loved him. This was punishment. He should have thought about how Lance would feel if he saw him hugging Scott. He deserved this. Kurt felt Lance cum in him, and both of them collapsed on top of each other. Kurt finally let his tears fall. Lance was the only one who was showing him physical love, and he was stupid enough to almost ruin it. A few moments later, a gentle hand caressed his face, another urging him to flip back on his back. It hurt as he complied to the silent command, and looked up into sorrowful brown eyes. "I'm sorry I hurt you," Lance whispered.  "But you made me mad.  I love you, you know that, right?" Kurt nodded, closing his eyes as Lance gently wiped his tears away. "Come on, get dressed.  I'll buy you some ice cream, then we'll go home and cuddle." Kurt slowly sat up. It looked like Lance had forgiven him. Everything would be all right. X Kitty sat at the foot of her bed, staring at the floor. Rogue lay in her bed, reading some book. . . probably Shakespeare. "What's the matter?" Rogue finally asked. Must have seemed odd to  her with all the silence. "Rogue?" Kitty started. Rogue peered at her over the top of her book. "What would you do if someone you knew was in a bad relationship. . . and that person didn't seem to realize it?" Rogue let out a deep sigh. "I don't know," she said.  "I use to think I'd just, you know, let them be.  The other should come around sooner or later.  Now. . . now I'm not so sure.  So. . . who is it?" Kitty picked at her blanket.  Should she?  They might be able to use the help of the others.  But first... "Um. . . I'll get back to you on that.  I have to call someone first!" Kitty jumped up and phased through the door. "If it's Lance yer calling, try not to stay longer than an hour!" Rogue called out.  She frowned in puzzlement when Kitty didn't take the bait. Rogue shrugged and tried to go back to reading. But she found herself unable to. Something was seriously wrong.   She could only hope that everything would turn out fine. Meanwhile, outside, Kitty had frozen at Rogue's words. Her fists were clenched, and her eyes were flashing in cold fury. To think that she had spent so much time pining for the ass. X Lance gently stroke the top of Kurt's head. Both of them lay entwined in Lance's bed, nearly asleep. He caught Kurt's chin and gently pulled it up, giving Kurt a soft and loving kiss. Kurt smiled sleepily and then dropped his head back onto Lance's chest. X Kurt closed his eyes, relishing the feel of Lance's tender hands on his head and back. It was nicer to focus on that then the bruises he felt on his face, hips, arms, and between his legs. Lance had brought him back home, fed him, and then took him up into their room to cuddle. Then Lance whispered how much he loved him, and was sorry that he had hurt him so bad. "I want to do you again. . . but I know that it'll hurt," he had said.  "Can you suck me instead?" Kurt readily complied, not wanting to anger Lance after he had so generously forgiven him. "And this time. . . swallow." Kurt slowly moved down, trying not to further cause himself pain.  The bruises certainly made themselves felt with certain body movements.  But he could do this for Lance. He licked his lips in nervousness, before shooting a glance up at Lance. Lance's eyes held that loving look again. He had flicked his tongue over Lance's hardening shaft, then took in the tip. He had bobbed his head up and down, applying all the techniques he had learned from Lance. The taste wasn't that pleasant to him. . . but for Lance he could learn to accept it. After that, they both had just laid there together. Maybe he had done a great job. That would explain the sudden kiss he had just received from Lance. Kurt allowed himself a gentle smile. He was lucky to have found such an accepting guy. X Tabitha picked at her food. Night had fallen and everyone but Lance and Kurt were at the table. This was making her worry. Kitty had called not to long ago, asking about letting some others know about the situation. She had suggested waiting for one more day.  They needed to formulate a plan first, and Blue probably would appreciate having less people know and participate if the plan succeeded. God knows she did. Back to when she really lost her childhood. Having only one person who knew and helped her. .. it allowed her to pretend that everything was fine with the other kids. . . allowed her a chance to live normally, without the fear of wondering whether people were befriending her out of pity, or shunning her out of disgust. Blue had already been shunned growing up. . . he didn't need to deal with being a victim in the eyes of those that didn't understand. A few moments later, Lance and Kurt made their entrance. She froze, as did the others. Both of them stood together, Lance's arm around his hips. X Pietro was rarely surprised.   However. . . "Lance?" he heard Fred say, in a questioning voice. Lance and Kurt separated, Lance sitting in his chair, Kurt grabbing his plate and moving to the counter so that he stood while eating. "Yeah?" Lance replied, eating his food as if nothing strange was taking place. "Uh. . . nothing," murmured Fred, looking back down at his plate. Pietro took one slow bite out of his dinner roll. His eyes seemed to bore into Lance's skull. Next to him, Todd was just staring at the table, and to his left, Tabitha had a strange smug look on her face. Pietro just shrugged it off as paranoia. Maybe Kurt had hurt himself on something and Lance was just helping him down the stairs. He went back to quickly eating his meal before pausing again. It wasn't often that his logic was one step behind his rationalization. Injured or not, Kurt could just teleport to wherever he wanted to. So why was Lance "helping" him down? Pietro set down his spoon. From the look on Fred's face, he was coming to a similar conclusion. Tabitha cleared her throat.  "You certainly seemed to be good friends," she commented. Kurt glanced at her, looking confused. Lance just sat there, slowly eating his meal.  Then he looked up. "Yeah. What of it?" Tabitha frowned. So did Pietro. Something else was going on, but he didn't know what, exactly. Pietro looked at Kurt. The blue mutant was now staring at his plate. Pietro's eyes narrowed. At first, he hadn't paid much attention to this intruder. . . but now. . . Pietro realized that the fuzzy gecko was looking kind of thin.  His eyes were a bit sunken in. His hair sort of hung lifelessly. And it looked like one side of his face was slightly swollen. A choking sound came from his right. Fred looked like he was having a coronary.  "Y-you're t-t-to..." he stammered. Lance just nodded once without care as Kurt's cheeks darkened. Todd looked up and then back down as Tabitha looked downright shocked. "But you're guys!" Fred exclaimed. "You're keen observations are astounding," Tabitha snapped, recovering. Todd just slumped into his chair. Lance looked up at Fred. "Got a problem with that?" Lance's voice sounded so cold. It demanded an immediate response. "Um, no?" Lance went back to eating. Kurt did the same. Tabitha scowled as she crammed the bread into her mouth, fuming. Fred just quietly ate his meal, looking pretty much like he felt, shocked beyond belief. The kitchen was silent for a few moment. Finally, Pietro's voice erupted.   "YOU'RE GAY?!?!?!" X Tabitha stormed into her room. She was almost positive that the other two would have reacted. . . well. . . more like in shock and grossed out behavior.  Never did she imagine that Lance would have somehow woven his spell of intimidation on the other two. Not only did they accept the situation, they actually gave their congratulations.  Granted it sounded completely forced. The shitheads were actually being subservient to the fucking asshole! Tabitha's anger washed out into sorrow. She could see how Kurt's face was slightly swollen. And knowing how things were standing, she knew that Kurt probably believed that he had deserved such punishment. She had to get him out of here, but on his own freewill. If she just shoved him out or argued with him, he'd just keep coming back. And that she couldn't allow. Once he left, it had to be for good. Tabitha fingered the envelope by her bed. Tomorrow or the day after, she would show them to Kurt, along with the little bit of role playing Kitty was going to do if nothing got in their way. X K sig sighed deeply. "What is it?" Rogue asked, sounding very much annoyed. The goth girl sat up in her bed, glaring at Kitty. It wasn't enough that Kurt had gone over to the Brotherhood, Kitty's behavior was also keeping her from getting the small bit amount of sleep that she was managing on accomplishing. "Rogue?  It's about Kurt." Suddenly, sleep didn't matter at all. tbc